Chapter 256: Desolate World Group (Part 3)

Chapter 256: The Huang Shi Group (III)

When Li Jun pushed open the private room door, Mo Jin had already vanished without a trace.

In the spacious room, a table of wine and dishes had long gone cold. Gen Ben San Lang, who had been waiting for a long time, slowly rose and bowed with a smile toward Li Jun: "Representative of the Huang Shi Group's Procurement Department, Gen Ben San Lang, greets Lord Li."

"Your nose is sharp enough, and you ran quite fast."

Li Jun's face showed no sign of regret; clearly, this failed attempt was within his expectations.

After all, Zhao Qing Xiao could use the sound transmission system of the Mo Ge squad to trace Mo Jin's location in reverse, so the other side would naturally sense the danger in advance.

What surprised Li Jun, however, was that someone had been waiting here specifically for him.

"Lord Li, have you misunderstood? Here from beginning to end, there was only myself. How could there be any talk of fleeing?"

Li Jun examined the other party from head to toe, recalling their self-introduction just now.

"You dare to get involved in smuggling military firearms? Don't you know it's illegal to sell weapons in the sinner's district?"

"It's a misunderstanding, my lord. The Huang Shi Group is an honest and trustworthy trading company. We don't engage in any business prohibited by the Great Ming laws."

Gen Ben San Lang spread his hands and said with a cheerful smile: "We are law-abiding citizens, very much so."

Law-abiding citizens? What in the world?

Li Jun's expression momentarily became strange as he recalled some long-forgotten memories.

"You claim to be a law-abiding citizen? Then show me your certificate!"

Law-abiding citizen certificate. What's that?

Is this a new policy in the Wa people's district? I've never heard of it!

Gen Ben San Lang's expression froze, and he forced a awkward smile: "The certificate must exist, but I forgot to bring it this time in my haste."

"If you doubt my identity, Lord Li, I have the contact information of the Wa people's district's pacification office. They can vouch for me."

This little Wa brat has quite the nerve to lie with his eyes open.

Li Jun let out a cold laugh and naturally wouldn't reach out to take the phone from Gen Ben San Lang. He walked over to a chair and sat down by himself.

His right palm held a black umbrella, its slender shaft resembling a long sword in its scabbard.

"Enough with the idle chatter. Since you dared to stay here, you must have agreed to Mo Jin's request to hold me back. Or is your Huang Shi Group planning to help him clean up the mess?"

Gen Ben San Lang's lips moved, about to speak, but was interrupted by Li Jun's direct wave of his hand.

"Don't bother with any nonsense about how you and Tian Zhi Hui have nothing to do with this. We're all worldly people; pretending otherwise is an insult."

Seeing Li Jun's aggressive attitude, a chill flickered in Gen Ben San Lang's eyes.

"Lord Li is indeed a straightforward person. Since that's the case, I'll speak plainly."

Gen Ben San Lang said seriously: "This matter ultimately stems from internal family issues within the Tian Zhi Hui. As outsiders, we can't interfere, nor should we. If you promise not to participate further, then you are a friend of the Huang Shi Group. Toward friends, the Huang Shi Group has always been generous and magnanimous."

"Oh? Trying to bribe me?" Li Jun raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me what terms you can offer."

This crude barbarian! Gen Ben San Lang inwardly cursed.

As someone obsessed with the culture of the Great Ming Empire, he greatly appreciated the linguistic artistry of the Ming people, believing in leaving things unsaid. He looked down on those who spoke openly and thoroughly.

In his view, the kind of 'holding a pipa half-covered' demeanor was what a refined person should possess.

Li Jun's straightforward manner of speaking was something only those unlisted commoners would use.

"If we're not mistaken, Lord Li, you should be at the peak of your martial arts level seven, right?"

Li Jun smiled: "You've done your homework thoroughly. More or less."

The peak of martial arts level seven and level six were indeed just a hair's breadth apart. Li Jun's "more or less" wasn't entirely wrong.

"If you're willing to give up sheltering Zhao Qing Xiao, the Huang Shi Group can provide you with a free six-grade martial arts injector. Whether it's skill strikes, body refinement, or movement techniques, you can choose freely."

Gen Ben San Lang said: "This gift should be sincere enough, right?"

The Huang Shi Group actually has six-grade martial arts injectors! And from this Wa person's words, their injectors cover all categories of martial arts sequence abilities!

Just when I was drowsy, someone handed me a pillow.

This is truly a delightful surprise!

Li Jun's eyes lit up with joy. After breaking through the lock and advancing to martial arts level six, he had accumulated a large number of mastery points, but had been unable to convert them into combat power due to the lack of a six-grade martial arts injector.

But now, Gen Ben San Lang had pointed him in the right direction, and the rest was simple.

Thinking of this, Li Jun inexplicably found the Wa person before him less repulsive, and with a gentle smile, asked: "Does your Huang Shi Group have six-grade internal energy?"

A towering building rises from the ground. After experiencing the desperate measure of martial arts level nine, Li Jun's obsession with internal energy had reached a fanatical level.

Gen Ben San Lang, seeing Li Jun's excited expression, suddenly felt a surge of contempt.

Another greedy, backstabbing villain, like the blood-sucking officials in the Wa people's district's pacification office, they were all cut from the same cloth.

However, to be honest, although he despised people like Li Jun, without these villains, the Huang Shi Group wouldn't have grown so rapidly these years.

The more of these parasites there were, the faster this vast empire would collapse, and the rise of the Wa people's district would proceed more smoothly.

Perhaps in a few years, they could let the so-called imperial homeland fall into the sinner's district, letting those arrogant Ming people become lowly sinners, tasting the pain and humiliation they once endured.

The greed in Li Jun's eyes made Gen Ben San Lang completely relax.

A person whose desires have been grasped, even a fierce tiger, would be fitted with a collar and become a tamed house cat.

"The Huang Shi Group, as the largest trading consortium in the Wa people's district, has everything you desire."

Gen Ben San Lang said with a light smile: "However, a six-grade internal energy injector is quite valuable. Even though we highly value Lord Li's friendship, we can't give it away for free. But..."

Gen Ben San Lang's words continued, but Li Jun had already mentally tuned out the rest upon hearing him admit to having a six-grade internal energy injector.

"Having it is enough. If I just take down this nest of Wa brats, wouldn't I have everything?"

Li Jun's eyes gleamed as he muttered to himself: "Could it be that the Wa people's district is my blessing?"

"What do you mean, Lord Li?"

Gen Ben San Lang heard Li Jun's muttering clearly and his face suddenly darkened.

"I advise you not to refuse a toast only to drink a penalty cup. Since I dared to wait for you here, I naturally have the confidence to stop you!"

Thud.

Li Jun's umbrella tip struck the floor: "Your confidence is the two martial arts level seven warriors lying in wait downstairs?"

"Oh, by the way, including you, this good citizen."

Li Jun's tone was mocking, his ring of the Impermanence Register flashing with black light: "Adding you up, that's three martial arts level seven warriors. What, do you think that's enough to kill me?"

Gen Ben San Lang snarled: "In the past, we've killed many martial arts sequence fugitives in the Wa people's district!"

"Just squeezing a few soft persimmons and you've become confident?"

Li Jun smiled faintly, pointing a finger to his head: "Use your brain and think. If you three martial arts level seven warriors could handle me, would Mo Jin's grandson have needed to flee with his tail between his legs?"

Gen Ben San Lang felt an inexplicable chill, but now it was too late to turn back. He had no choice but to act.

"Attack!"